The Case of Missing Body Parts
I expected the river cleanup to yield mud and rusted cans. I did not expect a text from my husband regarding a suitcase full of boobs and butts.
Short thoughts for relaxing Sunday Mornings
I expected the river cleanup to yield mud and rusted cans. I did not expect a text from my husband regarding a suitcase full of boobs and butts.
The refrigerator stopped humming, the Wi-Fi router died, and suddenly there was a stranger in the room. It was an old friend I hadn’t seen in years.
It’s been a week. Between being called out by my son for my stress habits and trying to build a garden from scratch, I’m reminded that even comfort has its complications—and apparently, so do squirrels.
A look at the unwritten rules of breakfast and why some sugary foods are acceptable in the morning while others are not.
You finally sit down to watch something — one uninterrupted story, a little mental detox — and right as the plot picks up, someone walks in and asks: “What are you watching?”
Whether your day begins with jelly bean toast or quiet coffee, I hope you’re seen—not just as “Mom,” but for who you truly are.
The real work is done in the quiet hours, long before the spotlight. A reflection on why showing up matters more than finishing fast.
This self-care journaling box from Archer & Olive was more than beautiful—it was thoughtfully designed, deeply reflective, and full of intentional details. I share my honest first impression, favorite pieces, and why I’ll be ordering again.
The best part of a family holiday isn’t the meal or the candy — it’s the stories. The ones that resurface year after year, and the ones no one planned on sharing… but did anyway.
This week, love showed up in quiet moments, thoughtful gestures, and honest conversations. Through it all, I found an answer to the question I didn’t realize I was asking: what does self-care really mean?
Self-care isn’t always candles and bubble baths. Sometimes it’s cleaning a messy bathroom—or asking yourself the questions you’ve been avoiding.
Self-care isn’t always pretty—and it definitely isn’t always Instagram-worthy. Sometimes it’s drive-thru fries in the car or a full day in pajamas with no intention of pretending otherwise. This quick read is for anyone who’s ever just needed a minute.